Second Language

Portland OR

Description

I know you won't see this, and perhaps that's why I'm able to make this confession at all. I've always had a very deep admiration for your kindness, sense of humor and seemingly endless positivity. Every time we spoke I was so overwhelmed by your presence that it took me two years to notice the color of your eyes. Every time I hear your name my heart swells with tender joy. As someone once said, your smile could stop the rain before it falls. I'm not certain if these are feelings of love or infatuation, and I believe that is because I never truly got to know you. But that's for the best. You're married, nearly thirty years my senior, and a higher-up at the company we worked for. Honestly, it's just the first thing that really matters. Sometimes I had this sense that you knew what was going through my mind and my heart when you were near. It wasn't easy to hide, and I didn't try very hard. There were moments when I almost thought that you felt something more for me, too. I once contemplated telling you how I felt, but I didn't want to do that to you. It would have been selfish and pointless. I'm only bothering to write this sappy, sad love letter because I hope that it will help me to let go. If you were to see this, I only want you to know that there is someone who adores you from afar, and I'll always wish you nothing but happiness and contentment. Thank you for you compassion and patience. What caused me to put this out here for the lovestruck, lovesick, and bored, is the very pleasant shock I received a couple days ago when I came across your record in a nearby secondhand shop. Now every time I listen to it, I will think of you and smile.